Sunday, September 29, 2024

The Broken Heart

 


It doesn't really matter. 

None of it. 

I do not want to weep anymore. 

I do not want to feel chipped away at. 


I have been just a fool either way. 

and I'm feeling over it now. 


One grand illusion. 

That is what love feels like. 


A Narcissistic fog 

 that mirages while you inhale the poisonous intake. 


You are no different; 

Let's not lie to ourselves. 



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